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Work, the thing that drives us all mad.

Didn't get enough sleep last night. Therefore, by the seventh and eighth hours at work, I was nodding off and starting to have dreamspace catch up at me when I theoretically had my eyes open.

I must never repeat this.

The Viking's spare cats did not arrive today, despite the evidently somewhat-frantic phone call last night while I was still at work. The Viking's house is getting bug bombed, and the cats need cat-sitting while this goes on, and we've agreed to do it, but there have been all sorts of delays in the process. We still don't know when the cats are going to be here. The Viking, despite the fact that he's the one arranging for the cat-sitting, has been the last one to find out about many of the developments in the entire situation.

Today my dear roommate-sister was in Shiru mode, and got all sorts of things accomplished around the house. I feel sluggish in comparison. Tonight is evidently pizza and movie night. Yay pizza; yay Anastasia. I was zombified in the store. When I'm exhausted, don't stress me or question me closely; this went exceptionally well, since I gave explicit warning on that and stayed out of the way. I just zombied along.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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